Chapter 2675 The Guardian of the Wise
Little John also hesitated.
But he is still very young, only 20 years old.
He didn’t want to be trapped in a small village.
The key is that you can’t even find a beautiful woman.
The most beautiful one is a decent-looking village girl.
Can you expect a village with hundreds of people to have such beautiful girls?
Although he is not lacking in nutrition and his life is not tiring, his appearance is ordinary.
Of course there are beautiful village girls, but it often takes eight villages from ten villages to produce a truly beautiful one.
Not to mention this was in the Middle Ages.
If it is modern, the village flower of a village can also look beautiful.
In the Middle Ages, you could only rely on your own foundation.
Little John slowly walked out of the valley with his friends who were willing to follow him. Although their footsteps were tired, their eyes shone with longing for the future.
When they appeared outside the fog, they were quickly spotted by patrollers, and carrier pigeons carried the news of their appearance to the nearest city.
Not long after they left, the outside world had prepared a grand welcome ceremony for them.
These were some preparations Darwin made before leaving.
He asked some people to patrol outside, and if they found him coming out, they would immediately notify the nearby count.
Of course, even if he didn't make such preparations, many people would have built many camps around the mist.
They will also notify you.
After all, the king and nobles valued the news in the fog very much.
They are willing to spend big bucks.
When Little John and the others crossed the last mountain pass, their eyes suddenly opened up.
On a vast plain, a majestic city came into view. The gate of the city was open and crowds of people stood on both sides of the road.
Their eyes were full of curiosity and awe, and when Little John and his companions appeared, the crowd burst into loud cheers.
“Welcome back, heroes!” the city guards shouted, wearing shining armor and holding spears, saluting Little John and his party.
The local kings and nobles stood at the city gate, with smiles on their faces.
The king was dressed in gorgeous robes and had a golden crown on his head, and he was sitting in a carriage.
His eyes stayed on Little John for a while, and then under the service of the servant, he got off the carriage and strode forward in person, opening his arms.
"My brave warriors, you are finally back!" The king's voice was full of excitement, "Your story has spread throughout the kingdom, you are the real heroes!"
小A warm current of excitement surged in John's heart.
He never thought he would receive such a warm welcome.
He and his companions were surrounded by crowds of people, who showered them with flowers and compliments.
As the welcome ceremony progressed, the king announced the rewards for Little John and his party.
"You will be made a baron, and I will give you territory and wealth!"
Everyone was suddenly excited.
They feel they didn't get it in vain.
After all, they were also fugitives in the Middle Ages before.
Nobles and territories have a sacred aura in their eyes.
It’s just like being invited to be a steward in Daxia.
They were then invited to the banquet hall in the palace.
A sumptuous feast and endless wealth have been prepared for them there.
"You deserve these, you have brought glory to the kingdom." The king said generously, and he ordered his servants to place boxes of gold and silver jewelry in front of Little John and his companions.
Glittering gold coins, dazzling gems, and exquisite works of art. These wealth are enough to make anyone's heart flutter.
Little John looked at the wealth and his eyes were dazzled.
Others were also very excited.
These treasures cannot be seen in the village.
For a while, they all felt that it was right to leave the village.
In the village, no matter how many years there will be.
But some truly knowledgeable nobles looked at them with disdain, laughing in their hearts.
Little John stood in the center of the banquet hall, surrounded by splendid decorations and dazzling chandeliers.
The nobles were dressed in gorgeous clothes, holding crystal wine glasses in their hands, and their chatter and laughter echoed in the hall.
However, amidst all the laughter and laughter, Little John felt an unspeakable loneliness and loss.
“Look at them, they gave up the chance of immortality, but indulged themselves in these easily accessible treasures.” A nobleman wearing a mink coat said contemptuously.
Although his voice was not loud, it was enough for people around him to hear.
"Yes, it's really ridiculous." Another noble echoed, his eyes full of disdain, "Do they really think these gold and silver jewelry can bring happiness?"
Little John's expression changed slightly. He held the wine glass in his hand tightly and tried to stay calm. The jeers were heard by his companions, and angry expressions appeared on their faces.
“You don’t understand,” Little John finally spoke, his voice calm and firm, “What we are pursuing is not immortality, but true freedom and happiness.”
Nobles Hearing this, there was an even louder laugh.
"Freedom? Happiness? These are just the fantasies of the poor." A nobleman said sarcastically, "Only wealth, power, and life span are the most real."
Little John listened When he heard those jeers, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. Are these really what they are after?
However, these nobles were soon asked out of the banquet hall by the king's people.
Of course the king can't do anything to them.
This is the biggest difference between things.
Soon everyone began to compliment Little John again, making him quickly forget the ridicule of those nobles.
More and more wealth came before his eyes, and greater temptation came quietly.
Some nobles began to approach Little John, and their words were full of temptation.
"Do you know that there are endless secrets hidden in that valley, especially immortality." A nobleman whispered.
His eyes flashed with greed in the light of wealth, "If you can lead us back there, we will give you more wealth, even more than this!"
< br>Little John's heart began to waver. He looked at the gold and silver jewelry, and then thought about the peaceful valley.
His heart was full of contradictions. He knew that if they led these nobles back to the valley, the peace there would be broken, but these wealth.
"Think about it, you can have bigger houses, more land, more beauties. You are just a baron now, but you can become a great noble in the future." The temptation of the nobles continues.
"Yes, the king can even marry the princess to you!"
"That is the most beautiful princess in the entire Western Kingdom!"
Soon a princess came over Dance with Little John.
Ah, the princess is so beautiful.
In the magnificent palace.
The grand dance began.
The gorgeous crystal chandelier shed bright light and illuminated the entire banquet hall.
The nobles wore exquisite dresses, and their laughter and elegant music intertwined to create a dreamy atmosphere.
In the center of the dance floor, the beautiful princess, holding Little John's hand, attracted everyone's attention.
Her name is Arya, and her beauty is like the brightest star in the night sky, making it impossible to look away.
Princess Arya wore a sky blue dress with countless tiny diamonds inlaid on the skirt, which sparkled with dazzling light with every move she made.
Her blond hair was skillfully braided into a complex bun, with a few loose strands of hair hanging down around her fair neck, adding a touch of softness.
Her dancing posture is elegant and light, like a butterfly dancing among the flowers.
Every turn and every jump she makes is full of poetry and rhythm.
Her footsteps moved lightly on the dance floor, as if telling an ancient and beautiful story.
Little John looked at her intently, carefully following her dance steps.
The band played a moving melody in a corner of the dance floor. The melodious violin, the crisp piano and the melodious flute were intertwined, providing the perfect accompaniment for the dance of the princess and Little John.
The rhythm of the music changes with the movements of the princess, sometimes as gentle as the spring breeze blowing on the face, sometimes as passionate as the waves crashing on the shore. Princess Arya dances to the beat of the music and her body seems to be one with the music.
Her arms swayed slightly, her fingers drew graceful arcs in the air, and her eyes shone with love and admiration for Little John, as well as curiosity.
The surrounding nobles were completely attracted by the princess's dancing, and their eyes followed her every move closely.
Some ladies have envy and jealousy in their eyes, while men are conquered by her beauty and elegance.
“She is truly a miracle,” whispered a young nobleman to his companion, his eyes never leaving the princess for a moment.
"Yes, she is like a princess from a fairy tale." His companion replied, with a hint of awe in his voice.
Little John danced with the princess, and his eyes were deeply attracted by the princess's dancing posture.
He looked at Princess Arya, and then heard the envious voices next to him, and a feeling of pride surged in his heart.
He can have such a beautiful princess!
Back then, he once stood on the street, as humble as a slave, watching the princess's carriage drive away.
At this time, he remembered the tranquility and harmony in the valley. It was that magical place that gave him the opportunity to stand in front of the princess.
And he is already a noble!
He is qualified to pursue the princess!
"She looks so happy, but she can only be truly happy if she is with me." Little John thought secretly in his heart.
He knew that despite everything the princess had, her life might not be as perfect as it seemed.
Princess Arya seemed to feel Little John's gaze, and her eyes met his in the dance.
At that moment, a hint of melancholy flashed through her smile, as if she was telling him something.
As the last note of the music slowly fell, Princess Arya completed her dance with Little John.
She bowed gracefully to Little John, and then she and Little John came to the edge of the dance floor.
She had a smile on her face, but there was a hint of inquiry in her eyes.
"You don't seem to like the dance here." The princess's voice was soft and pleasant.
Little John smiled slightly, and his answer was simple and sincere. "I like your dance, Your Highness. It is beautiful, but I think the real beauty lies not in the appearance, but in the heart."
A trace of surprise flashed in Princess Arya's eyes, she seemed not to I thought I would hear such words from a young man in a small village.
She didn’t know that Little John was also born in the city, but he just entered the valley and then just came out of the valley.
She stared at Little John, and then nodded slightly.
"Maybe you are right. I am very curious about you. Can you come to my dormitory at night and talk about that valley?" She said softly.
After saying that, she smiled at Little John, turned around and left the dance floor, leaving behind an incomparable temptation.
…………
It was late at night, and little John was sitting alone in the room.
In front of him was the wealth he gained during the day.
His eyes were staring at the stars in the night sky through the window. He thought of the people in the valley, whose lives, although simple, were full of tranquility and happiness.
But he soon remembered the beautiful princess.
That was something he had never seen before.
Full of fragrance, fair skin, and black hair.
They are all beautiful that he has never seen before.
"I should go find the princess." Little John murmured to himself, and the struggle in his heart became much smaller for a while.
"The princess is waiting for me."
A 20-year-old young man, you ask him to resist the beautiful princess, and the king behind him, the huge lord, the glory.
That is very difficult to do.
Immortality is an ability whose importance can only be discovered decades later.
And the princess is here tonight.
Only modern people, as well as emperors and those with sufficiently advanced information, can understand that with immortality, what kind of princess doesn't exist?
But this medieval boy had no such awareness at all.
…………
Deep in the palace, in Princess Arya’s room, the soft candlelight swayed, reflecting her delicate face.
Little John stood in front of her, with a complicated light shining in his eyes. The beauty and elegance of the princess captivated him.
But for some reason, suddenly, there was an uneasiness surging in his heart.
"Little John, are you really not willing to help me?" Princess Arya's voice was soft and seductive, and her eyes were full of expectation. "The secret of that valley is very important to us. Important.”
Little John was struggling in his heart.
He knew that the secret of the valley was the treasure of the villagers and their protective umbrella. However, faced with the princess's request, he found it difficult to refuse.
"I, I don't know." There was a trace of hesitation in Little John's voice.
Princess Arya walked gently to his side, her fingers gently touching his cheek.
"You can help me, and you can help the whole kingdom. Think about it, if we could master that secret, we could do so much more, we could have a huge kingdom."
Little John's heart beat faster, and he felt himself attracted by the princess's charm. Finally, under the temptation of the princess, he agreed.
Little John returned to his friends, his heart full of contradictions. He knew that his decision could bring disaster to the valley, but he also believed that he could control the situation.
"We must go back and find a way into the valley." Little John said to his companions, with a hint of determination in his voice.
His companions looked at him in shock, they could not believe that Little John would make such a decision. However, they also knew that Little John must have his reasons.
"Okay, we believe you." Tom finally said, with a hint of uneasiness in his eyes.
However, just as they were about to leave, a figure appeared in front of them.
It is a wise man with a serious expression on his face.
"Little John, you can't do this." The wise man's voice was low and powerful, "You know, this will bring disaster."
Little John's expression changed, and he tried to explain, but the wise man's eyes were full of disappointment.
"You have been tempted, Little John." The wise man shook his head, "You are no longer that innocent child."
Then he put his hand on the other person's head. At one point, a mist poured into the other person's mind.
Little John suddenly felt a strong sense of guilt in his heart. He knew that he had made a mistake. He looked at the wise man and his eyes filled with tears.
“I know, I was wrong.” Little John’s voice choked up, “But I must make up for this mistake.”
A trace of sadness flashed in the wise man's eyes.
He knew that Little John was dead.
To be fair, he didn't want to kill anyone.
But, for the guardian spirit and the valley, he must do this.
"Then, you must make a sacrifice." There was a hint of determination in the wise man's voice.
Little John nodded, his heart filled with determination.
He knew that he had to pay for his mistakes.
On the dance floor of the palace, Princess Arya danced again.
Suddenly, the music stopped abruptly, and Little John's figure appeared in the center of the dance floor. He held a dagger in his hand, and his eyes were full of determination.
“I cannot betray my homeland.” Little John’s voice echoed in the silent hall, “I must make a choice.”
Princess Arya's face was pale. She looked at Little John, her eyes full of shock and fear.
"No, you can't do that!" she shouted.
But, it's too late. Little John stabbed the dagger into his chest, with a smile on his face.
"Forgive me, princess." He whispered, and then fell to the ground.
Princess Arya rushed to his side, and her tears fell on Little John's face like broken pearls.
"Why? Why did you do this?" she cried.
A calm light flashed in Little John's eyes, and his voice was weak but firm.
"Because. I love my home."
As his words fell, his eyes closed forever.
(End of this chapter)